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Revelations II

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I was stabbed! She left me soaked with my own blood. I laid there, half dead while blinded in glare as the door opened for her escape.. I could feel my heart beating fast, trying to compensate for hypovolemia.. as though it’s beating near my ears, it’s deafening! Tried to scream for help. i don’t know what’s wrong but I couldn’t even hear myself. The next thing that I remember was the sound of sirens all over.. men in uniform around me, arguing, shouting.. “What the hell is wrong with these people?! Why are they not helping me yet?!” –Then blackout. It was a quick, clean finish. She pulled it through, like a notorious criminal. If only I could have done something to defend myself. Then maybe I would still be breathing my own air..

But wait!.. A sound again.. then a light, and humans staring at me like I’m sort of a lab rat. A pat on my shoulder and a voice, “Go back to sleep.” Am i alive? I am alive! I thought I won’t be able to see a permanent light again, something that will not flicker every time my heart stops beating.. Whew! that was close! But fun at the same time. Imagine yourself being thrown through the fires of hell. I know Satan would have made me his princess but who wants to stay there? It’ll melt me alive. Because of her.. If only I could get even but what for?  I am okay, kicking even. I have more than enough reason to celebrate.

While having those thoughts in my head, the door opened. “How are you?” Suddenly I am flushed.. I don’t know why but after all the terrible things that happened, I think I heard the very first reassuring voice telling me - “You’re safe now. I will take care of you..” And she did. But only for the meantime..

To be continued…

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Revelations

Here it goes..

A preschooler writes on a paper, follows lines of blue and red to keep his handwriting in place.. yet his little hands seem to be so careless that he just can’t maintain his letters on a straight line..

An architect who spent four long years of making floor plans cannot even finish an inch long straight line without the aid of a ruler..

A doctor who spent all his life writing, cannot even sustain a legible scribble for patients to understand..

Life cannot be played by rules of erase and rewind.. That you can play around, get all messed up and just wipe it off when you’re done and tired. It isn’t as simple as saying “i’m sorry, i won’t do it again.” and that’s it! you’re already clean and new..

One has to go through the hardship of standing up after a grand fall.. you can’t just close your eyes and wish that it never happened because it did, and it left a big scar that though healed, the mark will always be a reminder of how much deep the cut was, how it bled and how you tried to conceal the pain you felt so that nobody would notice how hurt you were..

One need not be an expert to understand the way of life..

All you need is a SOUL and a HEART..

 

(To be continued..)

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